I am so sad and all alone. Al I really want is a nice warm bed to lay on and maybe a kid to throw a ball or two for me. I might not fetch it all the time or bring it back but to have someone who really cares about me. That is what I want. You see I am in a boarding kennel. And they let me out to run with other dogs, I had to boxer friends who were SO much fun to run with but they have been picked up to go back to their families. So I am alone again. See, I was living the good life. I had a family and kids and even a cat to chase! Then the people started to yell and argue ALL the time. They would slam doors and stomp their feet. It was so scary I tried to comfort mom but she just kept sobbing saying "what are we going to do now?" I tried to be the best I could be I ate less food, and didn't make any messes. I tried to make myself smaller more invisible to Dad. But poor Mom. One night she told me that I had to be strong that someone would find me in time. Then they walked out the door and I never saw them again. I cried at the window for hours but they never came back. I was her shoulder to cry on in her time of need I just knew they would come back. So I waited. I tried to hold my potty needs as long as I could but eventually I had to let them go. I was SO embarrassed I knew Dad would be SO mad I messed up the carpet. After a few days I got off the couch... They weren't coming back. I tried to reach the food they had left out for me and I could only reach into the very top of the bag. I was so hungry and scared and all alone. It was cold in the house and the cat was left in a box and he was crying and meowing. Without a litter box he got nasty he started to smell. He was giving up on life I could tell. I tried to keep his spirits up saying that it wouldn't be long until Mom and Dad came back laughing it was all a sad mistake. I told him I would chase him again and that he better be ready for me. Finally he stopped Meowing too. He gave up just laid down ready to pass. I thought i saw a head in the window the next day. I gave a soft pitiful wolf I was so weak I couldn't stand up anymore. I used the last of my strength to try and get this ladies attention. I heard the lock slide back and a lady gasped. She yelled and screamed something about how could they and injustice. I tired to thump my tail on the floor so she knew not to be afraid. She walked over to me pet my head and told me I would be ok. She dialed someone on her phone and BAM I was photo graphed and whisked away. I was taken to this lady who saves pets like me. Those who are forgotten and left behind. She made sure I went tot he doctor. I had to have explorative surgery on my intestines I was so weak and starved. I came through ok and was placed in a foster home. I loved it. This lady let me stay in my own room on my own bed and rest. I had never had this kind of treatment before and it made me sad a little. I wondered what had happened to Mom. Once I got strong enough to stand on my own I was allowed to go outside and play in the yard with her other dogs. It was so much fun I wold chase them barking and tackle them to the ground. Unfortunately they didn't like me playing rough and we fought. I still say I was just defending myself. =) Those little ankle bitters were going to eat me! I put my tail between my legs and coward when she put me back into my room. It was starting to look more like a cell. She gave me 2 more chances and then said that she couldn't put her dogs at risk. understand that but I was just playing with them. No one ever taught me how to play nice. So here I am. I am at a nice boarding kennel until I can find my family. I still think about my Mom and Dad. I wonder where they are. I wonder if Mom is still crying and if she has a shoulder to cry on. I miss them, but I know now that they aren't coming back for me. So now I wait, hoping one day someone with a big friend or kids (those would be so nice) will come and pick me. Pick me to take home see pass my skinny exterior and know that the hound in me is going to be a loyal best friend for many many years to come. Can that be you?
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